When I Grow Up

When I grow up,

I want my own house.

Not to big, not to small,

But enough for me and a roommate.

When I grow up, 

I’ll have my own schedule

One that's not determined by others around me, 

One that is my own, with how I work. 

When I grow up,

I’ll have my own pets,

Differently a cat or two, 

Maybe a dog too,

And hopefully a milksnake

When I grow up, 

I want to be a writer.

I want people to hear my thoughts,

My own worlds made outside of the social norms

My own characters that others can relate too,

Just like how I could for the books I've read.

But when I grow up? 

I will realize that half of this isn't possible. 

I will not have a house,

I will have a small apartment, 

Sharing a room with 4 others just to cover rent.

My schedule will not be made by me, 

But by my workplace and my income.

I will not have space for pets, 

Maybe only a cat or a snake depending on who I live with.

And finally, I will not be a successful writer,

People are not only losing interest in writing,

But most can't even read at all. 

So when I grow up,

I will have to deal with what I have,

And be happy I can even have a roof over my head.